Evan Peters Drabbles

Flower Girl (Part 3)

REQUESTED: Part 3 please!

One where Flower Girl & Peter go to the mall with the gang (like the deleted scene) & someone hits on Daisy?

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Peter & Daisy were completely content, lying in Peter's bed & snuggled into each other. He had an arm wrapped around her, rubbing her back gently & brushing his fingers along her spine. She had a smile on her face as her head lay against his chest, listening to his rapid heart beat. It was one of the few days where Peter didn't have a mission & Daisy had only one class, meaning it was also one of the few days they had a good chunk of time for themselves. Since she visited the X-Mansion for the first time last month, Charles had offered her a place here with him & her other mutant brothers & sisters & she eagerly took it. She wouldn't be the only one who enjoyed the new change; as it turned out, she was a loveable addition to the school. She kept Peter grounded & in his place, which relieved many other students & teachers who were annoyed with him frequently, helped Charles with gardening & keeping the X-Mansion aesthetically pleasing & welcoming to all, & brought absolute joy to the school. Anyone near her would instantly become warm with happiness just from her kindness & bright smile. Even when the weather was especially bad, she could always cheer up the whole school with a smile & some flowers.

Needless to say, she was a friend to practically everyone & an ally to the fellow X-Men. She wasn't an official member of the team just yet because Charles & Hank wanted her to complete her training & make sure she was in great health before they made her an honorary X-Men, but she was well on her way to joining her boyfriend on the team.

"You're always so warm," Peter murmured against her scalp as he snuggled her closer.

She smiled against his chest, "That's because I'm always wearing your jackets. Otherwise, I'm always cold to the touch."

"Cold hands, warm hand," he teased, although he believed that she was the epitome of that idiom.

She just laughed.

It was still early in the afternoon, & it was Friday, so they could have easily went out & done something, but they would much rather stay in the comfort of Peter's bed & each other's arms.

Well, at least until Scott decided they didn't.

Laser eyes barged into his roommate's room unannounced, "Yo Peter, Daisy! Jean, Kurt, Jubilee, Ororo, Warren, & I are all going to the mall & we all decided that you're coming, too. So, I suggest you get ready because we're not waiting for you very long."

Peter sighed & rolled his eyes, "Don't bother waiting; we'll catch up."

Scott smirked, "Alright, then. We'll meet you at the mall!" he said excitedly as he shut the door & all was quiet once more.

Daisy laughed, "He's very demanding," she said as she reluctantly got up to put her shoes on.

"I know!" Peter said before he zipped around his room for a seconds & reappeared, ready to go, "He always plans these friendly get togethers & forces me to come because he doesn't want me 'to continue on my path of loserdom'," he pouted, "Scott & them were always really mean to me, before you showed up."

She smiled & pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Well, that's because they know if they're not nice to my little silver cinnamon roll, they'll have to deal with plants torturing them in the middle of the night."

He smiled cutely & blushed slightly at the nickname, murmuring shyly, "You know, everything's been so much better since you got here."

She returned his smile graciously, "I think it's been better here for me, too," she whispered as she leaned up on her tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to her boyfriend's lips. He eagerly returned it, pulling her close as his lips moved softly against hers. She pulled away much too soon for his liking & grabbed the tiger-crested jacket of his that she loved so much, sliding it on before she went over to Peter's dresser to quickly comb her hair. When she was finished, she made her way back to Peter & playfully jumped into his arms, grinning, "Take me to the mall, my silver chariot."